It was nighttime, the room was only lit by a night lamp that illuminated the mask of the man lying on the child's bed. That man was Brahams, who you were supposed to be the nanny for.

"Kiss." Brahams asked in that quiet voice of his before you even tried to.leave the room. Maybe you couldn't see his face, but his eyes were expressive enough.

He did this every time you tried to tuck him to sleep.

After you discovered that Brahams was not a doll and was more of a man watching you from the walls of the mansion, he didn't hesitate to stop hiding since you decided that you would stay despite everything.

It may not have been the best decision, but Brahams had perhaps never been happier.